Nostalgic
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember..
My heart was racing ,the hair at my back stood up and I could feel the...
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember..
My heart was racing ,the hair at my back stood up and I could feel the...